Without her, life is like a song without notes in the breeze of time

Without her, life is like a song without notes in the breeze of time, I dream dreams that shine in someone else's eyes, stars seeking their sky, She was perfect, like a divine painting in the colors of sunset, I, just a fleeting moment, a rustle of leaves in the wind, timeless. It wasn't her fault, no shadow of sin in her gaze, I, the unspoken example, the story without a page in the book of time, She passed through me like a sacred prayer leaving light, I remained like an unfinished amen, an echo in the evening silence. I remember her smile, a sun over fields of desires, I, a mere spectator, an unfulfilled dreamer watching from afar, She, a universe of light and grace, I the shadow of time, A dream without place, an unspoken word, a closed chapter. Yet, in the melancholy of loss, there is a unique beauty, I was a witness to a miracle, eternity in her eyes, Maybe I'll find the courage to write our story now, About light and shadow, dreams and realities, an unfinished amen.